The ballerina was hot for the astronaut. And why not?, after all; The astronaut had a thundering sturdy rocket to boast of. The astronaut went to work in a suit. And it was no ordinary suit; It was a suit that only those such qualified could wear and designed to bear the unique pressure, or lack thereof, of the job. It was an expensive suit. The ballerina wished to shoot for the stars. Maybe the Movie-stars. The ballerina had hot legs and the astronaut was her lift-ticket out of this two-bit opera-house. But when the astronaut fired up his rocket, the stage-curtains caught alight and everything was fucked.